#wanderleave

[leslie057]

of course the two seconds i've been on tumblr all week i see something that shamelessly allows me to require you to say a nice thing about me so obviously i will leap at the chance

(these will be written in all caps, viewer discretion is advised!!)

AGGRESSIVE KINDNESS AND SWEETNESS TIME SOMETHING I LOVE ABOUT YOU IS THAT YOU ARE REALLY COOL. NOT GENERIC ADJECTIVE COOL BUT I MEAN YOU’RE COOL TO ME. YOU’RE ALWAYS ON TOP OF GOOD MOVIES AND SHOWS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE AND WHEN YOU SHARE YOUR MUSIC TASTE IT’S JUST AS UNIQUE AND SPECIAL AND COOL!! OUTSIDE OF THAT YOU ARE A VERY CALMING INTELLIGENT MATURE SPIRIT I THINK AND JUST A BRIGHT PRESENCE IN THE FANDOM. YOU ARE A REALLY REALLY TALENTED WRITER AND YOUR WORKS HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC WARMTH TO THEM THAT WOULD BE IRREPLICABLE FOR ANYONE ELSE. THE FIC MAKES ME FEELS THINGS MANN. I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT DANCE WITH YOU AND FICTIONAL BELOVEDS WITH YOU AND I LOVE THAT YOU LIKE BIRDS A LOT!!!

HERE HAVE A 2 SECOND BABY BARN SWALLOW SKETCH

(send me a 💌 get aggressive love)

[sequencefairy]

77

Little Miss Why So - The Amazing Devil

(I promise the whole list isn't TAD songs but it also sort of is)

[stoprobbers]

THANKS FREN

[allatariel]

WIP Wednesday!

@gordopickett tagged me earlier this week—thank you <3—and I planned to do it today and then of course forgot until the evening. I should have just done it and scheduled it to post today, but I had hoped to work more on Love at the Drafting Table and post that. Alas—I talk about a project and then life conspires to keep me from working on it!

Instead, below is an older, very rough snippet from another languishing, unfinished WIP, The Calculus of Grief, written at the end of April.

Tagging: @madamairlock, @littlelindentree, @caitylove, @shu-of-the-wind, @fireandsoup

More tags (split to work around broken tumblr tagging): @imsfire2, @cryscal, @air-mechanical, @youreorangeyoumoron, @wanderleave

And anyone else who might want to <3

Though the school year had barely just begun, it was actually still a month out from the second anniversary of Sergei’s first day teaching at Spiro T. Agnew High School. October 1, 1995 felt like a lifetime ago. To be honest, he tried to think about the time before as little as possible. But today was a different anniversary: September 4. Today it was harder than most days to ignore the gaping hole in the center of his life. Two years ago today he and his family had landed in Germany. After an hour of debriefing and setting the wheels in motion, of letting hope run wild and selecting a name to bear during their transition, he had called Margo from his hotel room. He had been overjoyed to see her, and when he hung up, his mother had joined him from the adjoining room where his father slept, with his sisters and their families resting safely down the hall. She had asked him about this woman who had saved him, who so clearly held the heart of her firstborn, her only son. So, Sergei had told her their story. For the first time in his life, he was free to tell his mother about the woman he had been in love with for well over ten years. Hours later, when the news reached them, she had pulled him sobbing into her arms as she had when he was small, before the births of his sisters. That was the only time he had given into the despair of losing her. He was trying to live, to stay safe as she had told him. To keep his family safe. And the only way he could manage to do that, to go on, was to leave it all behind. But then just last night he had seen on the news that the Sojourner 1 astronauts and Mars-94 cosmonauts had finally returned to Earth. After their nearly two year ordeal, the world joined in their joy and relief as the survivors were reunited with their loved ones. Sergei had watched Rolan Baranov, the cosmonaut turned astronaut—a defector like himself—be reunited with his American wife and son. His wife who had survived the bombing of JSC. Unlike Margo. Sergei honestly wasn’t sure how he’d made it into work at all. “Mr. Bezukhov?” Principal Alice Nikolsky—not Nikolskaya—called as she knocked on the door of the classroom. “We have a new student for your homeroom. She’s just transferred up from Huntsville, Alabama.” A young girl stepped into the doorway, her pale orange hair falling around wire rim glasses and shadowing her pale freckled face. She looked up, her blue eyes so like his mother’s, his own catching him already off guard as Alice introduced her, “Madison Morgan.”  Seryozha, if you do not let yourself mourn her, she will haunt you forever. His mother’s plea rose in his mind as he took in this child, bouncing nervously on balls of her feet. In another life they could have had a daughter who looked like this girl.

[ichabodjane]

Okay I'm not saying the TROP hair team copied me....

But like I'm not *not* saying it either????

As @wanderleave has already pointed out, this was from me, at some point last year:

TROP Hair Team, rn:

(still from @helenvader)

(Like yeah it's a shitpost, but a shitpost with a potentially better hairline WHERE'S MY DESIGN CREDIT, HUH????)

[myfavouritelunatic]

Here’s a quick little Haladriel/Saurondriel piece I just wrote on my break at work, hope y’all like it! You can find the companion piece here. ❤���

Galadriel gazed longingly at the silver ring upon her finger. She felt the power that emanated from it, how it coursed through her veins, elevating her existence like she never would have imagined.

She also felt tremendous heartache. For within this ring, there lay a secret, one she had held onto for over a millennia. For the reason she wore this ring, keeping it with her always, was because of the being responsible for its creation.

He had been the one to reveal the ability to blend the alloys necessary to forge it. He was the one who worked his way into the depths of her heart from the moment their paths crossed.

Galadriel closed her eyes, and he appeared to her, dressed in ragged clothes, covered in sea water. She remembered that day all too well, when she learned the truth of who he had really been all that time. She remembered every word he uttered in that vision upon the raft.

Only he could see her greatness, her light. “I would make you a queen.” He had proposed. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her ring once more and wished she had acted differently. The ring should have been a symbol of their love, their power. But now it only reminded her of what could have been.

“Halbrand…” she whispered on the wind, for the first time in hundreds of years. It was the name she chose to call him, although he had many. Though it only meant tragedy now. When it could have meant so much more. He could have meant so much more.

But regardless of the choice that haunts her still, he was bound to her forever, like a shadow. A part of that darkness that never left her. And never would.

Tagging: @starlady66 @chimeracuddles @denzit @restless-tides @mordorgp @king-halbrand @helenvader @lordhalbrand @myrsinemezzo @wanderleave @hikarielizabethbloom 🖤

[midweastindigo]

starkdusk -> mockingjjay

tagging mutuals under the cut i love y'all

@wanderleave @summerbythelake @bellarkes-hope @disturbnottheharmony @claire-randall @leewithme @songstone @springmagpies @i-ghostgirl @freakymunson @13crowsinatree @wonderbound @forthegirlsngays @aspeckof-stardust

[jancy-central]

Hello and welcome to Sunday Ramblings here at JFC…

First up: We created a collection tag, Jancy Fanfic Central Prompts, at Ao3 for fics created for or inspired by prompts posted here. This is to help people find a selection of great Jancy fics plus helps bring us together as a community. So please add your fics written from JFC prompts or ideas to this collection:

Next: Jancy Weekend is August 4-7. Check out @jancyweekend for all the info, including daily themes. We will be posting prompts for these themes periodically so be on the lookout if you need some ideas.

Also: Time for another Jancy fic recommendation because it’s Sunday and why not? This fic is by @wanderleave and beyond amazing…. so go READ IT. If you’ve already read it, READ IT AGAIN. Then leave all the kudos and comments.

Everyone is welcome here at JFC. Bullying of any kind is not allowed.

Finally… continue to send us any prompts you’d like to see, fic recommendations (even your own fics!), questions and comments. Anything really! We’d love to hear from you…

[kikilovestosleep]

Hello!

Thanks for tagging me @wanderleave! It's been a while since i've got a notification from tumblr lol

Last Song: True Faith by Lotte Kestner <3

Currently Watching: Just finished my 4th rewatch of OITNB, might rewatch Atypical now, idk yet (if you have any suggestion, tell me!)

Currently Reading: a fic called "Back to Twelve" by igsygrace, she also wrote THG books in Peeta's POV and her work is amazing, if you like THG and Peeta you should definitely check her fics <3

Current Obsession: I'm kinda between multiple fandoms atm: - My teenage obsession aka The Hunger Games, I forgot how I love(d) this saga with all my heart <3 - The Witcher, thanks of the series, now I want to reread the books just to point out the details they left out lol - Fourth Wing, read this book thanks to booktok and didn't regret it; it was such a cool book to read, i would like to erase my memory to read it again!

I'm tagging everyone who reads this and wants to participate :)

[feelingjane]

Getting to know me

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @nervousladytraveler thank you darling 💕

Relationship Status: Single.

Favorite color: Gold, forest green, and hues of champagne along with black 🖤 dark and dramatic because my inner Leo is strong.

Song Stuck in My Head: Andromeda by Weyes Blood. And a choral version of a folk song that we are rehearsing with my choir group.

Last Song I Listened: Just in Time by Nina Simone.

Three Favorite Foods: Homemade pasta, spicy Peruvian ceviche, all berries when they are in season.

Last Thing I Googled: Jock Zonfrillo's death! I can't fucking believe it. I hate cooking shows but Master Chef Australia is amazing, his death is terribly sad.

Dream Trip: Italy and Ireland. And I would really love going to a Masai Mara safari.

Tagging @ambpersand @wanderleave @outlook-hater @flow-it-show-it

[leslie057]

last!

last: the most recently written two sentences of my current project

He appears in the threshold a second later, Holland in the cradle of his arms. He’s filled the room quickly and without trying—pupils blown out, jaw set, black shirt stretched over his shoulders enough to get her heart lurching. She hates herself for noticing right now, of all times, but there it was.

“We’ve got a situation,” comes his wobbly confession, and he kicks the door shut: a drama king move, if only her angel weren’t sobbing against his chest.

[thelovelyballroomgeek]

9 People You Want To Know Better

Thanks for tagging me @ailsacraigfannishness! I don't think I've ever been tagged before, so thanks for being my first!!

Last Song: Don't know if I last used Spotify or YouTube Music, so it's either Doomsday by Murray Gold from S2 of Doctor Who, or El Tango De Roxanne from Baz Luhrman's Moulin Rouge

Currently Watching: Halston, the miniseries starring Ewan McGregor. Also mid Season 2 of Why Women Kill

Currently Reading: Umm... In between books right now. The last book I remember reading is The Martian by Andy Weir. My next read will probably be Queen's Peril by E.K. Johnston or Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh

Current Obsession: Also in a very wierd place right now with my obsessions. Star Wars, yes, but on a significant downswing from what it was a month or so ago. Same with Moulin Rouge. Does ticking movies off my watch list count as an obsession? In terms of my own writing, I suppose I could be obsessed with the Cyber-Noir aesthetic (Blade Runner, Westworld, Reminiscence, even ROTS era Coruscant) I want rain on spaceships and smog and skies that are always overcast and city lights. Give me the gloomy lower parts of Coruscant where the sun doesn't shine because the towers are too tall. I want secrets and drama and troubled pasts and tragedy-- in my fics or in my WIP books/novels

Tagging: @sendpseuds @cypanache @galaxysedginess @iidigestive-readerii @naamahdarling @sherl-grey @gwenstacyismyicon @kenobibabe @wanderleave

Apologies if anyone has been tagged twice, also open to anyone else who wants to play!

[allatariel]

WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm going to tag far fewer people than the list would dictate because, well, I have too many WIPs!

Tagged by @gordopickett, thank you <3

Tagging:

@brynnmclean

@madamairlock

@wanderleave

@callioope

@caitylove

@lalalauraroslin

@littlelindentree

@narilwrites

@melyzard

@thevulcanbobdylan

@spectral-musette

@miabicicletta

and anyone else who wants to play!

I've never done an ask meme before and I am bad at asks, but I want to chat with people about stuff!

Also, in the interests of keeping this manageable, I'm only posting titles of WIPs I've touched in the last five years not including the ones I've posted to my Unfinished Tales series on AO3 😅

Also, also, I have separate WIP folders for each fandom so I'm going to separate them here as well.

For All Mankind

For Want of a Home

I Need More Time

Love at the Drafting Table

A Leash Can Easily Become a Noose

A Shadow of Doubt

There's Gotta Be Another Solution

A Handsome Young Suitor

A Beautiful Young Bride

The Calculus of Grief

Alternating Currents

Battlestar Galactica (2003)

Through All That Masquerade

A Child Can Follow the Light

The Measure of a Man

How Can I Hold the Part of Me That Only You Can Carry

Ianuarius 1

Februarius 14

Iunius 20

Quintilis 22

Sextilis 6

Rogue One

Run Between the Shadows

A Radiance That Travels

In the Secret Wells

I don't Believe in Destiny

Beauty and the Beast (1987)

Angel In Manhattan

Margaret Returns AU

Torchwood

Aliens of London AU

[myfavouritelunatic]

Here is the companion to my previous Haladriel/Saurondriel piece (which you can find here), as prompted by the lovely @denzit ❤️ Hope you enjoy!

There was only one being the dark lord’s mind was concerned with. An elf with whom his path had crossed more than an age ago. She had been a fascinating creature to him, and remained so after all this time.

He met her at the exact right moment, where she presented him with the possibility of redemption, an opportunity to truly atone for the evils he had once wrought. She allowed him to believe he could be a king of men. That he could heal all he had destroyed.

He also believed he was in love with her.

Because she showed him what he was capable of, that even he could be good in this world. And he wanted it. He wanted it with her by his side.

He wanted her.

“I would make you a queen.” He remembered his words to her, clear as the night sky, and the thought of her standing by his side brought him such unparalleled joy. “Together we can save this Middle-earth.”

She had asked him then, if he meant save or rule. Oh how he prayed he could have answered differently now. But he had let his pride better him in that moment, and he answered what he thought was the truth. “I see no difference.”

But the truth was, he would have told her exactly what she wanted to hear, if it would have kept her bound to him. Only now she is bound to his memories, where she exists eternally.

For she rejected him. She denied him the chance to atone. The devastation to his spirit was more painful than any mortal wound could be. He remembered the vision in the sea, the image he had projected onto its surface.

Galadriel and Halbrand. A queen and a king, ruling side by side, saving this world. What could have been. And what should have been.

The heart of the dark lord was torn asunder. Never to be saved. For her rejection gave him no choice but to return to the darkness. Where in secret, he had forged a ring. One ring to rule them all. And during the time it rested upon his finger, he only thought of her. Her eyes upon him. The touch of her hand. The power she held within. The light from her which he craved.

“Touch the darkness once more… Galadriel…” Words he had spoken long ago, hoping against hope that she would give in to him.

But she never did.

And Sauron lived because of her.

Tagging: @denzit @starlady66 @chimeracuddles @king-halbrand @hikarielizabethbloom @restless-tides @mordorgp @helenvader @wanderleave @myrsinemezzo @rebelrebelwrites @anni-im-zauberwald @honeyfarts666 @emarasmoak 🖤

[leslie057]

“We need to stage an intervention with Nancy,” Mike blurts.

tagging: @throttlegainwell @wanderleave @arctic-comet @nyctanthes-arbor-tristis @palmviolet @kirabook @willel @storybookwolf @stoprobbers @ashyblondwaves

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Nancy’s eyes darted to the side, to where Will was watching his family, brow furrowed as he did so.

That is actually a longer sentence, whoops. Let's see @hullosweetpea @littlerit @musicalchaos07 @oskarwing @forestdivinity @booksasfurniture @throttlegainwell @clementineofmine @electric016 @karadanverss and whomever else! I'm struggling to think of who else is an author this early in the morning so I'll just leave it open for the rest.

[leslie057]

one of the untitleds, dealers choice

hello. you got it. i love this one.

His girlfriend has sworn so many things to him recently. She won’t stop swearing to him.

Not on the eve of Going Day for his family—“going” because “moving” is too productive of a word. If they move, they take a step forward from this life and begin some kind of ceremonial procession to a new one. But, no, that’s not what this is. This is their long-awaited exile from the town they never belonged to. Never, ever belonged to. They are Hawkins’ exhibits, its satirical stars, its sins, and its shames. They are its unholy trinity, stained by their own hands. Ask almost anyone, anyone, and learn that their poverty was self-inflicted, the loss of their patriarch was self-inflicted, and so was Mom’s insanity, and so was his and so was Will’s death/nondeath. And Will’s weakness. And Will’s femininity.

Entertaining a town with your family’s voluntary patheticness is not belonging to it, so now they will go to the West Coast with a telekinetic daughter tucked under their wet brown wings. (Broken wings.)

California’s going to make everything better for all four. (His girlfriend has sworn it so, even if she is an unhappy camper. She says she won’t have anyone once he goes away.)

“You must be so warm,” she swears, her mouth’s motions making a fuzzy sensation for his skin as she sucks intermittently and leisurely on the underside of his jaw, “I know you want to swim.”

His knee bends, his arms hug her waist, and the leaves rustle beneath their blanket. He’s trying his hardest to be present for her, and not just with his body, also with his mind. For several days now, he’s been caught in this trap: this stupid, dissociative episode. Voices are quieter here, his tongue is leaden, and the air can be touched. He’s not in another dimension, but he might as well be.

Honestly? It’s some strange form of self-protection. Could be his way of taking Leaving’s bitter flavor, though he’s never coped with this method before. He doesn’t shut off, just out. I should feel any emotion besides doubt. I should feel the need to reassure this person who says she’ll miss me (or want to run away from her, alternatively). All I am is doubtful.

Far above his face, the sky invites lethargy to bleed wider and longer. It’s a warm, woolen expanse of gray, tiring him with the sadness of backlit storm clouds. Why is this place turning beautiful for him now? That needs to stop. Nancy needs to stop. (Never, ever.)

“Warm? In October?”

She relaxes with the tightness of his arms around her midsection. She likes a snug fit, and so does he. As her sweater rides up, he learns that warm in October is right. In this case, anyway; just the small slice of Nancy’s back that’s been exposed gives off the heat of a candle. Her skin could very well be shimmering with sparks right now.

Her reply is put on hold until she finishes making a hickey, equal parts pain and comfort, on his neck. “Well, yeah, I’m warm. And if I am, then you are. Have you ever noticed that you like to copy me?”

“Okay—”

“You copy everything. I love it.”